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By Emily L., Fair Oaks, CA

Image Credit: Katie C., Lorton, VA

flickering strobe lightssilhouetting the figures who undulateagainst the apparently unmoving wallit depends what pill i tookbodies pulsating sweaty againstone another, our colors coalesce wellyou must be my onlysomething clicks inside, i danceperhaps i am speaking aloudyet again, maybe i’m not, as i silently beseech you for tonighti do not fear what the morning bringsthe white flashes glow like moonson a passing freeway of throbbingvehicles; i swallowed nothingand so i inhale with speculative passions